Two or three seconds in, Dean blinks. A second later, he blinks again. There's almost certainly a meme with exactly that expression.
"I'm- I'm sorry, what?"
Look, he was expecting a confessional, sure. Expecting a bomb to get dropped. A bomb, singular, one bomb. That was like an entire freakin' London air strike in one go, and he's-
Processing. He's processing. Give him a minute.
Apparently out of all of it, the first thing he feels worthy of incredulously addressing is, "Four?"
Did you say four years old? Because this kid's twenty if he's a friggin' day, so again: what?
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Two or three seconds in, Dean blinks. A second later, he blinks again. There's almost certainly a meme with exactly that expression.
"I'm- I'm sorry, what?"
Look, he was expecting a confessional, sure. Expecting a bomb to get dropped. A bomb, singular, one bomb. That was like an entire freakin' London air strike in one go, and he's-
Processing. He's processing. Give him a minute.
Apparently out of all of it, the first thing he feels worthy of incredulously addressing is, "Four?"
Did you say four years old? Because this kid's twenty if he's a friggin' day, so again: what?